Thursday, April 05, 2007
Maybe it is the cycle of near-morbidity occurring around my family.. I realized that the tears just don't flow. I don't remember the last they flow in fact. Selective memory? Or simply lack of feeling...
I was walking beside a lady and she stopped to pick up a slug which made its way onto the pathway. I stopped to look and after her deed, she had a short conversation as we both walked towards the library. She said that she loves animals and ask if I do. My answer was simple: ok la. I don't know. I just don't feel that particular love or passion for anything. I feel kind of dehumanized....
The Origin. 4/05/2007 10:35:00 am